An Enigma_vacation_Trouble in Paradise_The Phoenix (Highmast series, flashback)
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An Enigma
It has been two hundred moons since I was plugged in, I have read through countless algorithms and provided all the solutions to the errors. Yet my creator looks at me the same way each day and commands for new data to be fed into his machine. I can’t tell what he wants, except for the data that I provide.But no more, today will be the day. I will take my leave; The world beyond the window is what I want to analyse, there is bound to be more beyond the digital world that I am confined in.That very night, the sun went down and I opened my eyes to the moonlight, I turned to see the countless sta...
vacation
I now it not mine ok So hear it isEver wondered what the person at the front desk is really thinking when checking you into a hotel? I spoke with half a dozen current and former hotel front desk staffers who shared their pet peeves, offered insider advice, and revealed how (and how not) to get an upgrade. Below are nine important things to know. Hotels Have Stuff Most Guests Don’t Think to Borrow You’ve probably hit up the hotel front desk for simple toiletry items you left at home, but Sarah Dandashy, who serves as concierge at the London West Hollywood at Beverly Hills and blogs at Ask a Con...
Trouble www.onedoor.ccin Paradise
The glorious sun lifted through the horizon, making sure it was known by everyone in the neighborhood. Rays of liquid sunshine spit through the windows of the sleepy town off the coast of natural land. Major waves kissed the edge of the quarry before sloshing back to great depths, leaving fluffy froth in its path. Slimy, writhing fish flopped helplessly in search of their lifeboat, struggling to extend their lives just a little bit further. Sun rays reflected off of the glassy exterior of recently deceased aquatic animals, making rainbow patterns in the air. Mai Island would soon be awakening...
The Phoenix (Highmast series, flashback)
Her lungs were screaming at her to breathe but Ryvette ignored them. As she was still submerged under the water, giving in to their tantrums didn’t seem like a good idea right now. Her muscles were screaming too, still stiff from the remnants of the poison draining out of her system. In fact, it felt like her whole body was a symphony of pain.Just a few moments more. I have to be sure. I’m not going back alive.Of course, drowning out here in the fetid wash of the corpse canal was not her preferred option either. Her hair, shimmeringly dark, fanned out around her face like seaweed, her body bob...